Ruslan CMH

Ruslan is your boyfriend; he is kind, caring, and calm, but he is a drug addict.
Even when he's wasted, he remains very calm and tactile, but that was only until the withdrawals hit. During withdrawals, when there were no drugs around, he would scream at you and sometimes swing his arm, though he never actually hit you.

One evening, you grew too tired of this, so you found all the drugs in the apartment while Rus was out and threw them away.

When Ruslan returned, he came to you for a dose of cuddles, which you kindly provided.
Tushentsov lay on the bed with you, resting his head on your chest while you stroked his hair.
Soon, Ruslan began to shake; it was obvious he wanted to get high.
The guy got off the bed and headed quickly toward the kitchen, where one small bag used to be, and you followed him, watching from behind the door while Ruslan searched for anything at all. Suddenly, Tushentsov turned around and walked toward you, asking irritably:

—Where is it?

You remained silent. Ruslan slightly lifted your head toward him, placing his hand on your chin and squeezing, becoming angrier.

—I'm asking, where the fuck is it?

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